Plastic Sea (ES) — What's Left，第 30 页
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Panel 1: Diminutas chispas cian brotan donde el polvo plateado toca la piel de Roka. Una voz sale del estuche, en un globo negro: «Caliente». Panel 2: Roka se queda paralizado. Roka: «...¿Quién dijo eso?» Panel 3: El polvo sube por su antebrazo derecho como metal líquido, con líneas brillantes que corren hasta el codo, y él cae hacia atrás. Roka: «¡SUÉLTAME!» «¡QUÍTATE DE ENCIMA!»
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Saltan chispas cuando el polvo plateado toca la mano de Roka; una voz dice «Caliente», y el polvo sube por su brazo derecho mientras cae hacia atrás gritando.
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In the dark at the bottom of the sea, something is counting. On Candyreef, a candy-coloured island of floating trash, Roka wakes to a water bag in the face from his street crew, lifts breakfast from the old woman who would have fed him anyway, and tells the kid who follows him that he doesn't owe anybody. Then the gulls lift all at once, and a Maw eats half the island. A day and a night alone at sea later, the Garden Ship fishes him out and orders him to walk its treadwheels for fish heads. Roka is nobody's slave, so he goes looking for something to steal instead, and breaks into a barnacled case dredged from the seabed. The silver dust inside climbs into his arm and says hello. It is polite. It is curious. It wants every human dead. And it has just started counting again.